Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1887-09-28
FOGG GIVES 1T UP.
fwo Stories Which Convinced Hin, That
Woman Is the Equal of Man.

Iwo stories which Convinced Him That
Woman Is the Equal of Man.
Fogg sat upon the veranda, smoking
his evening pipe, in listless ease; his
dreamy meditations broken only by
the occasional fly that Initiated his
nose or the grace-saying of the tuneful
mosquito who stopped for supper.
Fogg was fast entering the land of
Nod, when he was suddenly aroused
by the voice of his helpmate, who was
pouring this veracious narrative into
the ears of neighbor Browns wife:
''She was the strangest cat I ever
saw; so cute, you know. Why, she
knew Sunday when it came around
just as well as / did Osher mornings
she'd tear around and act just like
crazy critter until she got her break
fast; but on Sunday morning she'd sit
down on the mat in front of the fire.
place and wash herself as care
fully as you'd wash your John
or Matilda. Mrs Brown, and after
she'd finished she jump on the Bible
that you see over there on the table in
the corner, and sit there for half an
hour. Then she'd jump down and
take her milk as quietly as you please.
And all day long she'd act as unlike
herself as you can imagine. But Mon
day morning she was herself again.
You'd think she hadn't had any thing
to eat for month, and she'd be as
wild as colt all day long. You
could, 3+ a. L, o. l. l.
the Bible on it for love nor money until
Sunday came round again, Then she'd
act just as she had the Sunday before,
and 60 and sit on the Bible before she'd
take mouthful. 1t was just so every
week | never knew her to miss, and
anybody may say what they please,
but you can't make me believe that eat
didn't know when Sunday came round.
Funny, wasn't itP'
cit was sort o queer, and no mis-
take" replied Mrs. Brown. Goats are
awfully knowing, and no mistake.
We had one once; it was malty-no,
no, it was the malty that used to cry
whenever sang; this was Beauty, a
yellow cat with white bosom. Well,
we hadn't had her long, when one day
she came In with q fresh mackerel. ]
didn' take much notice of her at first,
until Mr.. Brown called my attention
to her. That cat would usually eat
fish till the COWS came home; but there
she sat with the mackerel lying before
her, and she didn't offer to touch it.
We thought it was funny. Mr.. Brown
stopped down and looked at the fish.
Why says he, its as sweet as
nut; just off the ice, I should say.
Let's cook it; too bad to let her palm
it all over
$50 we cooked it for breakfast. and
gave Beauty some, too. 1t was the
incest mackerel / ever ate.
well. next day. if you'll believe it,
Beauty came in with another mackere1
She acted just as she did the day
before. Just brought it in, you know,
not offering to touch it afterward. We
had fish for breakfast again that morn
ing, and puss had her share.
''Well, to make long story short,
Beauty brought in mackerel every
day for fortnight, and we had
mackerel for breakfast every day until
Brown and ] actually got tired of it,
and Brown said to me one day:
';Tildy, | guess we've had fish
enough for the present. / don't want
to see any more in the house for six
months at least, and besides, said he,
i don't know as it's just right for us to
take these mackerels without knowing
who they belong to-
Beauty seemed to know every
thing he was saying, and when she
saw that we weren't a-going to take it
she just took up that mackerel and
marched out of door with it. Brown
followed to watch her.. and what do
you think she didp Why, she went as
straight as straight could be to the
fish market, just around the corner,
jumped up on the counter (the fish
dealer wasn't looking, you know,
dropped the mackerel and started for
home again, just as though nothing
had happened. And the strangest
thing of all was" added Mrs. Brown,
''that cat never broght another fish in
to the house as long as we had her,
When Mrs Brown had finished, !
Fogg smoked on in silence for the
space of five minutes; then he got up
knocked the ashes out of his pipe, and
remarked, half audibly: "After this
I'll never say again that women are
inferior to men. I find I've misiudged
them all along Boston Transcript |
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